THE KISS
This Kiss |
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by Martini |
| we stood in the doorway his hands on my waist the clock tickling loudly almost in haste he moved in closer his lips meet mine my knees go weak the world disappears |
This Kiss |
|
by Martini |
| we stood in the doorway his hands on my waist the clock tickling loudly almost in haste he moved in closer his lips meet mine my knees go weak the world disappears |